I Guess I Don't Get Out Much

Sad, huh?

Not really.

You know, I really don't feel like I have the need to get out that much. I love being at home. I chose to be home with my kids and I couldn't imagine my life any other way.

I'm a pretty simple kinda girl. I don't need to go shopping very often. I mean, I go grocery shopping and all. And I enjoy a shopping trip for other things. And sure I love to go out and eat some times and go do some fun things when I can. But I don't feel like I have to do these things that often.

I suppose I really am a homebody.

I'm not exaggerating at all when I tell you that sometimes an entire week will go by and I realize I haven't left my house. And that happens more frequently than you might think!

I just like being at home.

But maybe I miss getting out and talking to adults more than even I realize!

Yesterday I had some errands to run. I ended up in Target. I ran into a friend I haven't seen in a very long time. (And her PRECIOUS baby boy!) We stood there and talked for no less than 30 minutes. And I enjoyed it.

Well, except when Ruthi was saying, "Mommy, I want out of the buggy" and "Mommy, I want to go hoooome!" I could have enjoyed it more without that kind of interruption!

But it was nice talking face-to-face to an adult other than my husband or neighbor!

Last night we had a coaches banquet. My hubby is the league director of Upward Basketball/Cheerleading at our church, so I'm sort of expected to be there with him. Not to mention I was in charge of getting the food there to feed these people! So I picked up the food and took it to the church and then got it all set up with the help of my hubby and another couple.

We ate and chatted, and had a good time. Once it was over, it was time to clean up.

I ended up getting distracted and talking to some people. And while I talked, everything was miraculously cleaned up by my hubby and some of the others.

I will admit, that at first I felt a little guilty.

Don't worry, I'm not one to hold onto guilt for very long!

My wonderful hubby came over and hugged me and said, "I'm going home...see you there." Or something like that.

And I stood there and talked.

And talked.

And talked some more.

I was really enjoying myself. And apparently they were too, because they didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave.

Then we decided to call it a night and I headed home. My phone rang before I was quite half way home. That hubby of mine was calling to say goodnight. (I don't think he truly expected that I would be home for quite some time!)

I told him, "I guess I didn't realize how much I needed some adult conversation without anyone tugging at me!" And he agreed and said, "I knew that, and that's why I didn't say anything." (or something like that)
And I told him I loved and appreciated him for that.

He is so wonderful. He cleaned up, went home, picked up the kids from the neighbors' house and got Ruthi ready for bed...without a word. Just so I could enjoy my time talking to some real-live adults!

He told me that he was going to have to kick me out of the house once a week to go talk to some adults so I wouldn't need to make up for it in one night!

Funny thing, I don't usually realize I miss it until I'm actually in the presence of others without my little side-kick!

I wouldn't trade being home with my kids for the world. But maybe I should make an "adults only" date every now and then!


My point, and what I really wanted to say is, I am so thankful for my incredible husband, who recognizes what I need, (even when I don't) and does his best to make me happy. Even if it means picking up my slack and doing what I should have been doing without batting an eye. What a sweetie. Thank you honey - I love you!!!